Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.